Yes. It is snowing again. A sense of dread rises to the surface. Complaints lick my lips. More winter. Ugh. But we open the door. See the snow. Hear the quiet. It is beautiful.
Breathe in. Breathe out.
Then it starts sleeting. Eww. Same response. Breathe in. Breathe out.
Yes. It is snowing again. A sense of dread rises to the surface. Complaints lick my lips. More winter. Ugh. But we open the door. See the snow. Hear the quiet. It is beautiful.
Yoga Nag 
i love this. thank you for all of these posts!
Thanks!